The Ascendance

Broken bones protrude through my flesh, as blood soaks my skin

With every breath I die a little more

As life drips from my wounds death consumes me in all its glory,

And coldly invites me in

I cannot see any longer, I cannot taste, I know I shall be ash soon

Torturing myself in my private hell, I fear pain no more

Cutting myself to the bone,

I feel pleasure through my affliction I desire to hurt others,

So I won't have to feel anymore

I long to make others feel the pain that is my addiction

Melting flesh rotting from my bones, I can rest at last

I have hundreds of corpses rotting around me

My throat is closing up and my life should now be past

Forsaken, I will not rest alone in misery